December 16, 1972. 42 years ago today. That’s a long time.
It’s definitely enough time to get to know someone, especially when you’re around them for almost all of those 15,340 days.
For sure, it’s long enough for me to know that Chris Ann Hansen McQuay is the real deal.
Many of you know her as a Communicator. Maybe you’ve heard her at a retreat, or a conference, or, for many of you, from the pulpit at CLC.
Some of you respect her as a Prophetess, and rightly so, because the word of the Lord definitely flows from her mouth under the Spirit’s prompting.
Many people have seen her through the years as a Teacher – from Sunday School classes in Michigan and Missouri, Youth Camps in the same two states, a Bible college in the Philippines, or more recently, at EQUIP seminars in Turkey and Russia and Cambodia.
Others of us have seen her in smaller settings as an Intercessor, where her prayers obviously touched the throne of God.
But very few of us have been privileged to see that she’s the same woman of God, no matter where she is. I wish you could have seen the smiles on the faces of little children in rural India, far from any convention center or massive auditorium, as she focused on them like they were the most important people in the world.
Or the numerous times I’ve watched the faces of impoverished women in Majority World settings, ‘light up’ as she greeted them with the same loving embrace and kiss that you would think was reserved for her closest friends.
In the last 42 years, I’ve seen her minister to the few, and I’ve seen her minister to the thousands. And frankly, I can’t tell the difference, because Chris loves God, and she loves His people – wherever, whoever, however.
I’ve never met anyone else quite like her.
She’s a ferocious mother to our three children, and the funnest (is that a word?) nonny that any grandchild could possibly have.
I didn’t know what I was getting into 42 years ago, when I vowed to be with her for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health.
But today I know that she is still the woman of my dreams – the one who takes my breath away – the one who lights up my world – the one person I’d most like to spend a day with. She’s not the young teenager I married – but then, I’m not the young preacher from Arkansas that she said “I do” to, either, because she’s rubbed off on me (thank God!), and I’m a much better man for having lived with her these 42 years.
Happy Anniversary, Chris – I look forward to another 42 years with you!